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WENDY STERN - POEMS
May the soft feather of awareness touch my pain as I lie here.
May the palms on my belly be those of a healer,
Belly rises, she notices, lowers, she softens
Belly rises, she allows, lowers, she releases
May I meditate at the feet of a Buddha
May I receive Darshan and the strength to endure my suffering.
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